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The following is a sexy short story I wrote after a few long weeks in which I felt lonely and in need of a lover’s touch. I’m single at the moment, but I hope this story will make those who have someone to come home to after such weeks that much more grateful. Please let me know what you think. Leave a comment below and check out my other stories when you get a chance. Enjoy!

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“Ugh…what a day,” groaned Gloria Mailyn. “I’m way too young to feel this burned out.”

She’d been saying that sort of thing to herself more often lately. With each passing week, she came home feeling more restless and lethargic. She was like an old cell phone that couldn’t hold a full charge anymore. It got to a point where Gloria couldn’t even enjoy returning home before sundown. That couldn’t have been a good sign.

Just walking up the stairs to the third-floor apartment she shared with her boyfriend, Aaron Alford, felt like an extended trek through the mountains. By the time she reached her front door, Gloria had to rest her forehead on the faded paint, just to catch her breath.

“Just a few more months,” she told herself. “Hang in there for a few more months and your probationary period will be over. Then, you can go on salary, set your hours, and delegate some of this crap to people who don’t mind doing it.”

That almost sounded easy. She had a bad habit of making difficult task seem easy and it kept coming back to bite her.

Gloria’s mother warned her that her ambitions had a cost. If she wanted to secure her dream job at one of the biggest biotech companies in the country, then she had to jump through all the necessary hoops. They didn’t just hand those jobs to recent college graduates, even if they had graduated near the top of their class with a degree in biochemistry. They made their aspiring technicians earn those jobs by having them start at the bottom and work their way up.

However, Gloria didn’t think about any of that when she accepted her current job. Passing advanced chemistry and biology classes in college were supposed to be the hardest part of her aspirations. She went in believing that she could handle the grunt work that came with cleaning labs, organizing paperwork, and completing basic tests on strict timetables. Plenty of other aspiring techs believed the same. Of the 12 that signed up, she was one of only 4 that remained. That said as much about the job as it did about her.

“I’m a glutton for punishment,” she muttered, “but it’ll be worth it. It has to be!”

She almost sounded desperate. While stressed out, Gloria remained undeterred. Her dream job was still within her grasp. She just had to endure a bit longer. She just didn’t realize how bad she was at enduring the day-to-day rigors that came with pursuing a dream.

“Keep telling yourself that. Just find better ways of coping along the way.”

Having talked to herself enough for one day, she opened the door and entered the two-bedroom apartment. Much to her chagrin, Aaron was sitting on the couch, looking as relaxed as any young man could be. It almost didn’t seem fair.

“Hey baby! Welcome home,” he said with a friendly smile, raising his half-empty beer to her. “How was your day?”

“Ugh,” she said, not hiding her misery.

“That good, eh?”

“Yeah…that good.”

Gloria kicked the door shut and casually dropped her purse in the foyer. She didn’t even kick off her shoes before dragging herself into the living room and collapsing onto the couch next to her lover. Aaron, being the wonderful man he was, didn’t hesitate to slip his arm around her and welcome her into his loving grasp. It was the first bit of contentment she’d felt since she got out of bed that morning.

“If it helps, I already took care of dinner,” he said. “I made enough taco meat and veggies for however many burritos you need.”

“That helps…to a point,” Gloria said.

“I also got the landlord to fix that busted light in the bathroom. It doesn’t make that awful humming noise anymore. It’s not much, but it it’s one less annoyance.”

“Believe me, I’ll take what I can get at this point.”

She scooted closer and rested her head on his shoulder, just appreciating her lover’s upbeat spirits. She needed that in her life. She’d come to rely on it, especially over the course of the past year. Aaron was a lot like her in terms of having lofty goals, but the way he managed the stress never ceased to amaze her.

On paper, he should’ve had it worse than her. Instead of going to college, he joined the fire academy right out of high school and became a fire fighter for several years. That job had plenty of stress, as well as plenty of life-threatening danger. However, being a fire fighter wasn’t his ultimate goal. It was just the first step towards him becoming an EMT, a job that dealt with life-and-death situations that didn’t just involve fire.

That kind of job broke certain people. The work schedule, alone, was arduous. As rough as her day was, at least she only had to work eight-hour shifts. Aaron’s shifts lasted a full 24 hours, during which he had to stay at a station, answering however many calls that sent him to the front lines of life-or-death situations.

While he frequently cited having five days off as a major benefit, Gloria didn’t think that was enough to justify so much work-related stress. She’d seen Aaron come home on days when people died and situations went bad. It affected him, but he always seemed to cope with it. How he did so was a mystery, but also his greatest strength.

“I hate coming home this tense,” Gloria said. “This shouldn’t be my default mood when I get home.”

“Hey, it’s okay, Gloria,” Aaron said, putting his beer aside and holding her a bit closer. “You put up with me during all my training. It’s only fair I do the same while you work your way up the company latter.”

“I appreciate your commitment to fairness, but I feel like I’m missing a step. You came home pissed off more than once, but got over it as soon as you turned on a ball game.”

“What can I say? I find baseball therapeutic,” he said with a humored tone.

“You also take a shower, play a video game, or watch a movie,” Gloria continued. “It doesn’t matter if it’s a slasher movie or an old puzzle game. Somehow, you find a way to relax and recover.”

“And you think that’s unfair?” Aaron asked.

“Of course not,” she said. “It just shows that I’m lacking in something that shouldn’t be so damn hard. I mean…I knew this job wasn’t going to be easy. Why do I suck so much at managing the strain?”

Gloria let out an exasperated groan into her lover’s shoulder. Rather than try to answer her question – which previous boyfriends often did, only to make things worse – he just held her closer. Aaron wasn’t the kind of man who offered false platitudes or empty encouragement. That just wasn’t his style. He kept thing simple and direct, a stark contrast to the complications and chaos that often surrounded her.

For a while, they just stayed silent. Gloria even found herself watching the baseball game. She didn’t even care for baseball, but it was a good distraction. She didn’t get how it helped Aaron relax so effectively after an arduous shift, but whatever his methods, they worked.

“One day, my dad came home from work so pissed off I actually hid in my room,” Aaron said, breaking the silence. “Nobody else was home, but I could hear the stomping and cursing through the walls. I rarely saw my dad angry, so I knew something went wrong.”

Gloria cast her lover a confused look.

“Your dad is the least temperamental man I know,” she said. “Where are you going with this?”

“There is a point here. I promise,” Aaron assured her. “It was just as jarring for me, hearing my dad sound so angry. I honestly don’t remember what he was angry about, but it was the most I’d ever heard him curse in my life. I didn’t know what to do so I just stayed in my room, waiting for it to pass.”

Gloria grew more intrigued. She sensed from his serious undertone that he was telling the truth. Aaron wasn’t one to just make up stories. On top of being a terrible liar, he was a sub-par storyteller. The only way he could sound that serious while, especially with a baseball playing in the background, was if he were recounting something from memory.

“So did it?” she asked curiously.

“Eventually,” Aaron replied. “It must have taken a good 20 minutes. Even after that, I waited another 20 before I finally left my room. I was genuinely nervous about approaching my father. I’d never been that nervous to talk to him in my life. I was tempted to wait until my mom got home, but I decided to brave it.”

Gloria listened more intently. As her lover recalled the incident, his demeanor suddenly shifted. He laughed to himself and shook his head, a strange turn after what sounded like such a scary moment for a kid that age. The way he smiled about it almost made the memory seem fond.

“When I approached him, he was just sitting there in the living room…watching a baseball game, just like I’m doing right now,” Aaron said, laughing to himself. “He had a beer in one hand and a bag of peanuts in the other. He looked perfectly fine. He even smiled at me when I walked up to him.”

“That must have been a relief,” Gloria said.

“I was more confused than relieved. I was also still worried. So rather than just ignore it, like I probably should have, I asked him if anything was wrong.”

He paused and laughed again. He even started blushing. Either his father said something really profound or really embarrassing. Now, Gloria had to know.

“What did he say?” she asked.

“He just said he had a terrible day at the office, but then he came home, cussed the world out, and jerked off in the bathroom. After that, he felt perfectly fine.”

“He really said that?” Gloria said.

“I swear, those were his exact words,” Aaron affirmed, still laughing to himself. “You’ve met my dad. You know as well as anyone the man was born without a filter. He says what he wants and doesn’t care how it sounds to others. It can be downright obscene, but he always gets his point across.”

He kept smiling and laughing. He even raised his beer a little before taking another sip, as if to salute his father’s response. Gloria still looked at him strangely, not entirely sure why he shared that story. The way he told it made it seem like a fond memory. The fact that he was so relaxed while she was so stressed out said more about her than it did about Aaron’s colorful childhood.

She found herself scrutinizing the story more closely. Aaron had gone back to watching the ball game, but kept his arm around her shoulder while she remained curled up beside him, still wearing the same office attire that had become so disheveled over the course of the day. His story, however true it might have been, had a lot to say about anger and stress. It revealed just as much about how quickly it could pass.

For much of her life, Gloria coped with anger and stress by simply pushing forward. It was how she’d managed to achieve as much as she had. While it helped her stay productive, it wasn’t always healthy. More than a few relationships, both personal and professional, had suffered because of it. She did not want Aaron to be among them.

Aaron’s father seemed to understand as well as anyone that more work was not an effective remedy for a rough day. There were many other ways to deal with it and she hadn’t tried anything different in quite some time. With that in mind, an idea came to her.

“Hey Aaron,” she said, just as the game went to commercial.

“What is it, babe?” he asked, not even looking away from the TV.

“Touch me.”

Before he could ask for more details, she latched onto his arm, which he still had draped over her shoulder, and guided his hand down her lower body. Upon reaching the upper hem of her beige-colored slacks, she undid the top button to loosen them, which allowing him to reach in under her panties and fondle the intimate flesh within.

Naturally, it caught Aaron by surprised, so much so that he let go of his beer and turned away from the TV.

“Whoa! Gloria, what are you…” he said before she cut him off.

“Please, Aaron…touch me,” Gloria said to him with more intensity in her voice.

He remained shocked for a moment. Then, still gripping his arm with both hands, she directed him to fondle her womanhood. She didn’t coax him into being gentle, either. She urged him with her eyes to really fondle her, guiding his thumb to her clitoris and pushing two fingers into her wet slit. The hot sensations that followed did plenty to lift her jaded spirits.

“Yes…like that,” she said, finally smiling for the first time all day.

“Um…okay,” said Aaron with a half-grin. “Guess this means you’re taking my dad’s advice to heart?”

“More like…I want to follow his logic. When it comes to making a bad day better…well, can you think of a better way to boost your mood?”

“Not at the moment, but…”

Again, his words trailed off, but not because she silenced him. He was already stepping up his intimate fondling, rubbing her clit with his thumb and pumping his fingers into her vagina. More sensations followed and her mood continued to improve, so much so that Gloria decided to share in the feeling.

She let go of her lover’s arm, allowing him to keep fingering her at his own pace. As he did so, she slipped her hand down those tattered gym shorts he often wore around the house and fondled his penis. He reacted favorably to her intimate touch. She could already feel him becoming erect.

“I know I can be uptight,” Gloria whispered into his ear. “I’ve been that way a long…long time.”

She was very seductive with her tone. She couldn’t remember the last time she sounded that seductive during the middle of the week, lone alone just hours after finishing a very stressful day at the office. It was very different from her usual approach to dealing with stress or getting intimate with her lover, for that matter. However, it already felt so right.

“I’d like to work harder on that,” she said, emphasizing certain words carefully.

“Harder…yeah,” said Aaron, his penis already semi-erect.

“This is just me trying something different…something I know you can help me with…something we can both enjoy.”

She stroked his dick even harder, gripping the base and caressing it in just all the ways he loved. Aaron shifted in his seat, allowing her to pull his shorts down further so she could free his member. He kept it up on his end as well, fingering and fondling her pussy with the same level of urgency.

Even after the game came back on, he turned to her and locked his gaze with hers. In his eyes, Gloria saw both a desire to help relieve her sex and indulge in her sex. Having already become moist from his touch, she communicated her desire as well by capturing his lips in a deep, tongue-heavy kiss.

“Mmm…it’s working!” she purred after their lips parted.

“Yeah…I can feel it too,” Aaron chuckled, his dick now standing fully erect.

“But you know me, babe. When it comes to work, I like to overachieve!”

She sounded like a woman possessed. She’d gotten a taste of something very different and she liked it. Compared to how she usually dealt with stress, it almost worked too well.

True to her ambitious nature, she kissed her lover again before releasing her grip on his cock and rising up from the couch. That got Aaron to remove his hand from her inner thighs in the process. Then, with her now standing in front of him, blocking his view from the baseball game still playing in the background, she stripped naked.

She didn’t carefully remove each part of her pantsuit like she usually did, carefully folding them in the process. She just took it all off, underwear and all, and tossed it aside in a wrinkled heap. It was such a huge departure from her usual approach to sex, but Aaron didn’t seem to mind. He didn’t seem interested in the baseball game anymore and just admired her fully nude form.

“Wow!” he said with a beaming grin. “Talk about a seventh inning stretch.”

“Here’s what I want to do,” she said, taking a step closer and leaning over so that her boobs were right in his face, “I’m going to ride your cock. I’m going ride it hard and I’ll do it in a way where you can still watch the game.”

“That’s…incredibly sexy and considerate.”

“You’re helping your girlfriend recover from a rough day. The least I can do is make sure you don’t miss a play.”

It sounded both logical and considerate, two things that frequently slipped Gloria’s mind whenever she was stressed out. That was another promising sign. Knowing how much her lover enjoyed his baseball games, going out of her way to accommodate him felt like just the kind of thing an overachieving woman like her would do.

Aaron, still with that beaming grin, scrambled to push his shorts and boxers down to his ankles so he could accommodate her as well. As soon as he kicked them aside, she eagerly mounted her lover, aligning their bodies in the perfect position with which to pursue her new favorite method of relieving stress.

“Gloria…I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I like it!” Aaron said.

“Speak for yourself, stud,” she quipped playfully.

After some sensual maneuvering, Gloria effectively straddled her lover’s hips in an upright cowgirl position, her pelvis hovering just over his rigid member. Aaron eagerly embraced her, grabbing hold of her waist and guiding her as she prepared for their union. She clung to his shoulders, breathing deep and bracing herself for the approaching feeling.

Then, once their genitals were perfectly aligned, she thrust her hips downward, driving his manhood up into her womanhood. That smooth, sensual feeling of their sex quickly filled her being, directly attacking whatever stress had followed her from work.

“Ooh Aaron!” Gloria gasped. “This…is just what I needed!”

Her voice and expression now awash with passion, she began moving her lower body, gyrating her hips, working her wet folds up and down the length of his cock. She quickly built up a steady, but slow pace. She and Aaron had never been big on the kind of ravenous sex that left them winded and sore. Too much of their lives was fast and urgent. They needed something that was slow and measured. It helped that it made for more passionate, intimate sex.

It felt good, bringing more of those hot sensations that felt so refreshing and relaxing. She did her par and Aaron did his, holding onto her hips and supplementing her movements with those strong arms of his. He also took advantage of her intent to not entirely distract him from his baseball game, resting his chin her shoulder and watching the latest inning begin as she rode him hard.

“Gloria…so hot…so beautiful,” her lover moaned in a deep, manly tone.

“Aaron…my love,” she replied, nibbling on his ear to further intensify the feeling.

Together, their naked bodies danced their intimate dance, soaking in the blissful sensations that followed and sharing loving sentiments every step of the way. It had been a while since they made love formally. It had been even longer since they’d done it spontaneously. It was as refreshing as it was therapeutic.

Their sex continued at the steady pace Gloria built up, drawing out both the intimacy and the pleasure. Her lover’s dedication combined with her famous work ethic ensured they shared plenty. Steadily, she approached her orgasmic threshold. Most of the time, it took a while just to get close. Whether by circumstance or novelty, it came much easier. It was yet another sign that she had just uncovered something special with her lover.

“I’m close, Aaron! I’m getting…so close!” she gasped.

“Mmm…me too, Gloria. Me…too!” Aaron grunted.

Gloria finally intensified the pace, exerting through the last round of movements necessary to carry her over the edge. She could feel the ecstasy approaching, like a wave cresting in the distance. When it hit, she dug her nails into her lover’s shoulders, closed her eyes, and threw her head back to cast out what remained of her distress, welcoming in the ecstasy in the process.

“Oohhh yes!” she exclaimed.

It was like the perfect medicine, the hot waves of pleasure erupting from her core and rippling through her body. She couldn’t remember the last time an orgasm had felt that good or that soothing. From the way her inner muscles contracted around her lover’s cock to the way he embraced her through the entire feeling, it was special.

Her orgasmic writhing helped Aaron get his share too. Shortly after she entered that realm of euphoria, he climaxed too. She felt his nails rake over her thighs as his lower body tensed and his member throbbed within her depths. He then let out that deep, masculine moan as he released his manly fluid inside her, their juices mixing together in a perfect manifestation of sexual intimacy. Even as she continued reveling in orgasmic delight, she locked her eyes on him again and smiled.

“I love you, Aaron,” she said to him.

“I love you too, Gloria,” he said in response.

“Thank you…for making such a bad day feel better.”

“You’re welcome,” he said with another beaming smile, “and thank you for making a baseball game all the more appealing!”

The following is a sexy short story I wrote after re-reading an old article I wrote about porn stars discussing whether circumcision makes a difference during sex. Now, I’m not trying to make a statement about circumcision or anything like that. This is just a fun sexy story I wrote that was inspired by the topic. Please let me know what you think. Leave a comment below and check out my other stories. Enjoy!

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“I don’t get it. Why is circumcision such a big deal for men? Does it really make that much of a difference?”

Those oblivious words came directly from the mouth of Dinah Rossler. Less than a week ago, the topic of men and circumcision came up during a conversation with her long-time girlfriend and current roommate, Kayleen. It wasn’t a typical topic that they often discussed. It only became relevant after she’d learned that her boyfriend, Troy Lane, was not circumcised.

“It’s just a piece of skin,” Kayleen had said. “I know guys make a big deal about their dicks, but it doesn’t seem to stop them. All the guys I’ve been with can still fuck…some better than others.”

She’d said that jokingly and Dinah laughed at it, but she remained both curious and concerned. Even though she’d been sexually active since high school, she didn’t consider herself an expert in male anatomy. She worked for a marketing firm and had barely passed her biology classes. She knew what circumcision was, but she never had a reason to think about it.

It was an unexpected and jarring revelation. She and Troy had only been dating for a few weeks. Having met through mutual friends, their relationship quickly blossomed. They had gone out a couple times and Dinah felt some powerful chemistry with him. He was so energetic, handsome, and sweet. He had the charm of an older man and the physique of a college athlete. Dinah quickly decided that Troy was going to be her lover.

They’d already kissed a few times and copped a few feels. However, they had not had sex. Troy only mentioned that he was uncircumcised a while back when she began sharing details of her dating history, which included only a couple serious relationships and a handful of one-night stands. All the men she’d been with were circumcised. All the men that Kayleen had been with were circumcised, as well. That was about to change.

“So you’re really going to do it? I say go for it, girl!” Kaylee had said upon sharing her plans. “You haven’t been laid in a year. You’re due for a good dose of man meat. Just be mindful of that uncut dick of his!”

Again, her friend had said that jokingly. Again, Dinah laughed at it. Since then, she found herself feeling genuinely anxious. Was there really a difference between a circumcised and uncircumcised penis? Would sex with Troy feel any different?

She’d tried looking up information online. Unfortunately, most of what she found involved porn and medical mishaps. Near as Dinah could tell, circumcision was a common practice that became prevalent for strange reasons. It was seen as such a normal thing, but nobody made much of it. Were it not for Troy, she probably wouldn’t have given it a second thought.

Now, she couldn’t avoid it. She and Troy had already made plans. She’d invited him to spend the night at her apartment while Kayleen was out of town. She didn’t tell him outright that she wanted to have sex with him, but she’d made it obvious, going so far as to say that she walked around naked while her roommate was gone.

Troy got the message. He even arrived early that evening, complete with flowers and those faded jeans that he didn’t mind getting dirty. She matched his less-than-formal style, wearing only a tank-top and shorts.

“Hello, Dinah. You look stunning,” Troy greeted when she answered the door.

“These clothes are dirty and, by far, the cheapest in my wardrobe,” she pointed out with a half-grin.

“I stand by my previous statement,” he said curtly before presenting her with the flowers.

He wasn’t making it easy for her. Between the flowers and that rugged, manly look of his, he was already making her wet. She fought the urge to just jump his bone as soon as he closed the door behind her. Dinah managed to restrain herself, if only to give herself extra time to prepare.

They ended up skipping most of the formalities. She’d ordered take-out, which they ate at the kitchen table. They made small talk, but Dinah noticed Troy admiring her legs a couple of times. She even eyed his pelvis. She was very horny, having endured a year of lonely nights with her vibrator. He was clearly horny too, having seen that glint in the eyes of many men.

Dinah had always been very sexual, by nature. She’d never had a problem being naked, acting sexy, or indulging in some lurid fun. She came from a family that had always been open about sex, but none of that openness ever extended to circumcision. That was about to change.

“Are you ready for this, Dinah?” he asked her upon setting aside his meal.

“If by ready, you mean a personal tour of my room?” Dinah teased.

“Among other intimate areas,” Troy quipped.

“Well, we do have the place to ourselves and I did promise our first sleepover would be special.”

“I remember,” he said. “You even said it in that same, sexy tone.”

“And I am a woman who keeps her promises, last I checked. So…”

Dinah let her words trail off, allowing Troy to fill in any of the lurid details. Before his mind could entertain too many dirty thoughts, she scooted closer to him and pulled him into an intimate kiss. She also threw in plenty of tongue, sending a clear message.

They were going to take their relationship to the next level.

They were going to have sex tonight.

“Follow me,” she whispered in between the heated kissing.

Taking his hand in hers, Dinah rose up with him from the kitchen table and led her across the mid-sized apartment to her bedroom. They kissed and groped one another every step of the way, so much so they stumbled a few times, leading to some playful laughter. That worked to her advantage because it hid the nervousness surrounding her first uncircumcised penis.

Upon making it to her bedroom, Troy once again proved he was a gentleman, lifting her up in his powerful arms and carrying her to her queen-sized bed. After setting her down, he took off his black T-shirt and slipped out of his faded jeans, leaving him in a pair of black boxers. It was quite a sight, those bulging abs and manly muscles glowing in the evening twilight.

“Ooh, Troy! I don’t remember this being part of the tour,” Dinah said as she took in his half-naked appearance.

“Want me to put my pants back on?” he offered.

“Hell no!”

Like a giddy teenager on prom night, she embraced him again and invited him to join her in bed. He gladly accepted, kissing her passionately and feeling up her feminine curves, reaching up her tank top at one point.

For a while, they just made out as they’d done a few times before. Unlike before, Dinah didn’t mind her clothes getting disheveled. She didn’t intend to keep them on for much longer. Troy had already become adept in knowing how she liked to be kissed and touched. It wasn’t long before he got her blood flowing in all the right directions. At that point, her clothes became too much a burden.

“I think…I’m overdressed,” Dinah told him in between their fervent kissing.

“Want me to help with that?” Troy offered, as though it were the most mannerly thing he could offer.

“Please,” she replied.

He gladly obliged, relieving her of her tank top, which had become hopelessly wrinkled. He did the same with her shorts, elevating her hips and sliding them off her shapely legs. In doing so, she revealed that she hadn’t bothered with a bra or panties.

“What a beautiful sight,” Troy said, smiling at the sight of her naked body.

“Well, I did say the tour would be personal,” she teased with a deep, seductive voice.

He didn’t need much tempting. He eagerly explored her body, kissing down her neck, fondling her breasts, and squeezing her hips with the utmost care. It evoked sharp gasps that helped intensify her arousal, sending Dinah deeper into a daze of lust. She hoped it would make the next part of their sex easier.

While she would’ve preferred to bide her time in that state, Troy’s skilled foreplay stepped up her timetables. As he buried his face between her breasts, he slipped his hand between her thighs and fondled her pussy. A sharp surge of hot sensations followed, filling the room with more sensual gasps.

“Ooh Troy!” Dinah moaned. “Your hand…so skilled.”

Already, Troy set the bar high, in terms of knowing his way around his lover’s body. He showed much more tact and care than most men she’d been with. He seemed to understand how female genitalia worked, a feat few men could boast with a straight face. The way he fingered, fondled, and caressed her most intimate areas was so thorough. He almost brought her to orgasm.

At that point, Dinah came to an important realization. She couldn’t keep stalling. Troy just showed that he was unafraid and well-versed in the features of the female body. It was only fair that she show a similar willingness for the male body, even if it meant venturing into uncharted territory.

“Troy…I’m so hot for you,” she said, already breathless.

“I can tell,” Troy replied curtly.

“You’re also overdressed. I can help with that too!”

If she harbored any reservations about seeing an uncircumcised penis before, they were long gone by now. Troy had rendered her so hot, horny, and impassioned that she didn’t dare hesitate. Dinah wanted him that bad.

Following her escalating desires, she drew him into a strong embrace and shifted their bodies so that she was now the one on top. Troy offered no resistance. He even used it as an opportunity to fondle her butt and admire her nude form under the twilight beaming in from the windows. He clearly wanted her too. The bulge in his underwear made that abundantly clear.

“Guess it’s time,” Dinah said under her breath.

Like she’d done with her previous lovers, she channeled her sensual side, kissing down his unshaven face and trailing her lips down the masculine contours of his upper body. His light gasps of approval helped guide her.

“Your lips…so soft,” Troy said, already short of breath.

His heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat conveyed plenty of desire. Under any other circumstance, Dinah would’ve torn off his underwear and jumped on his cock. She opted to take it slow, gradually working her way down his abdomen and waist. Finally, she reached his boxers and the large bulge it contained. There was no more delaying it.

“Let’s give your little friend some fresh air,” Dinah said seductively.

Troy eagerly elevated his hips so that she could get them off. In doing so, she got her first up-close look at an uncircumcised penis.

She tried not to react too strongly. The last thing she wanted to do was kill the mood. There was still no getting around it. She’d never seen or touched an uncut penis. It was almost like the first time she got intimate with a man, having to learn the workings of the opposite sex.

It helped that Troy was both aroused and well-endowed. Dinah had seen enough male genitalia to know when a man was above average in that respect. It wasn’t the biggest she’d ever seen, but it was big enough to keep the sexual energy flowing.

“Troy…so big,” Dinah said, maintaining her seductive tone.

“Go on,” Troy said, “have a taste.”

She usually didn’t need much prompting to enjoy an inviting hunk of manly flesh. She still took her time, lightly grasping his erect member with both hands and stroking it lightly. Almost immediately, she noticed a difference.

“Mmm…this is unique,” she said to herself.

It was a lot easier. The presence of the foreskin helped with her intimate touching, acting as a natural sleeve for her to keep the blood flowing. It was almost as if that bit of skin was supposed to be there. More content gasps from Troy only affirmed that.

Then, she gave the tip a soft lick. That was when she noticed another important difference. It was more sensitive and moist, so much so that the touch of her tongue made it tense with more arousal. At first, she thought she’d been too direct. A moan of approval from Troy reassured her.

“Ooh yeah! That’s it! That feels so good!” he told her.

Intrigued, and now genuinely curious, Dinah proceeded to give him oral sex. With her soft lips, she suckled on his member while steadily stroking him off. Once the novelty of him being uncircumcised wore off, she quickly settled into her usual lustful state. However, more differences emerged, along with unexpected and welcome benefits.

“Mmm…nice and through. I love it!” Troy moaned, running his fingers through her hair as she sucked him.

As good as she was as blowjobs, Dinah knew she wasn’t that good. With her previous lovers, all of them being circumcised, she often had to suck harder to get such a strong reaction. She didn’t have to do nearly as much with Troy. Between the gliding action of his foreskin and the extra sensitivity of the tip, she could give him the same quality of oral sex without straining her jaw muscles.

Encouraged, she stepped up her efforts, mixing things up a bit and getting a better feel for his uncut manhood. The more she did, the more the benefits showed. She didn’t have to be overly elaborate to please him orally. She just had to make use of the extra flesh and let basic lust do the rest. The expression on his face, frequently tensing with pleasure and contentment, told her much of what she needed to know about handling an uncircumcised cock.

As she felt his manhood throb and tense under her grip, her former uncertainty turned into genuine excitement. If oral sex was that much easier with an uncircumcised penis, then what did it mean for full-blown penetration? Would she notice the difference? Would it be so noticeable that she could never go back to circumcised cocks? There was only one way to find out.

“Troy…I want you inside me,” she said after giving his manhood an extra-thorough lick.

“I want it too, Dinah. I want to so fucking bad!” said Troy.

Now with shared urgency, Dinah prepared for the ultimate test for an uncircumcised penis. She released her grip on his shaft, crawled back on top of him, and mounted him in a standard cowgirl position, straddling his hips and aligning her pelvis with his rigid member. He aided her, grabbing hold of her waist and guiding her until she felt the tip rub against her outer folds.

“My first uncircumcised cock…here goes,” Dinah said to herself.

With the same tact she’d used while giving him oral sex, she guided Troy’s manhood into her depths. The hot sensations of manly flesh penetrating feminine depths quickly followed. She knew those feelings well, but she quickly felt something else with Troy…something that once again changed her understanding of male anatomy.

“Oohhh fuck!” she exclaimed.

She reacted more intensely than she’d expected. Even Troy seemed surprised, laughing somewhat as his length filled her depths. It wasn’t as overwhelming as when she lost her virginity, but it was still a different feeling…one more enjoyable than she ever could’ve expected.

There was noticeably more friction, his uncut manhood stimulating more areas inside her than usual. Even men with bigger dicks didn’t hit that many nerves. With all the extra friction, it felt a lot smoother, the presence of the foreskin meshing perfectly with her inner folds. It was almost as though nature had intended intercourse to be that smooth. It made too much sense.

“Dinah…you okay?” Troy asked her.

“Yes! This…this is great!” she said, sounding overly cheery. “Lay back, handsome. Let me ride this beautiful cock.”

“Ride away, beautiful!”

After processing the initial feeling, more familiar instincts took over. Dinah grabbed hold of her lover’s waist, digging her nails into his chiseled manly flesh, and began rocking her hips. Again, there was a noticeable difference. The way his penis slithered inside her vagina was so natural. It was akin to riding a well-oiled piston instead of the tip of a rod. That small bit of skin made a huge world of difference.

“Wow!” Dinah exclaimed. “So good! Your dick…feels so good!”

“Damn, Dinah! You are one…sexy lady!” Troy said through heavy grunts.

Along with that unique feeling came more stimulation. With that stimulation came more hot sensations. Dinah had a tendency to get a little rough when she got to be on top, but that wasn’t necessary with Troy. A simple, steady rhythm was enough to bring them both the intimate pleasure they sought.

Back and forth, she moved her body in a succession of sensual motions, establishing a sexual rhythm that worked his rigid manhood inside her moist womanhood. That intimate union of flesh triggered an outburst of stronger feelings, blending passion with action. As Troy’s body rocked with his, he eagerly explored her naked body with both hands, fondling her bounding breasts and feeling up her feminine curves. It further supplemented an increasingly profound feeling.

It wasn’t just about her and Troy making love for the first time.

It wasn’t even about her having sex with her first uncircumcised man.

Dinah thought she understood sex, intimacy, and basic human anatomy. The idea that something like the presence or absence of foreskin could make such a difference had an impact. Suddenly, there was a world of sensations that she’d never known. It was a world that all circumcised men she’d slept with could never know. Something about that resonated with her. It also gave Troy a special place in her world.

“Troy…my first intact man,” she said to herself as she rode him.

From that moment forward, Dinah ceased being careful and let her passions guide her. She kept riding her lover’s uncut dick, pawing his upper body as they moved together in a heated dance of decadence. That unique union of flesh, his hardened manhood perfectly complementing her moist womanhood, evoked a steady stream of blissful feelings.

Within that sensual rhythm, she explored with Troy their tastes. She leaned back and put on a sexy spectacle, giving him a better view of her bouncing breasts, which he lovingly fondled. He also rose up and pulled her into a deeper embrace, allowing their lips and tongues to become more acquainted. They varied between fast, fervent bursts and slow, steady motions, drawing out the feeling and maximizing the passion.

Troy demonstrated impressive stamina. She didn’t know if that was another benefit of circumcision or if he was just that adept at pacing himself so that his lover could enjoy the experience. It didn’t matter because Dinah soon found herself on the brink of orgasm. In yet another sign that she had entered uncharted territory in her understanding of sex, she ascended towards that peak faster than she’d anticipated.

“Troy! Ooh Troy! I’m close, baby! I’m so…so close!” Dinah panted, now squeezing his hands in hers as she rode him harder.

“Me…me too, Dinah,” Troy grunted. “Please…ladies first.”

“What a man! What a…wonderful man!”

All reservations and hindrances faded.

Every sensation and feeling escalated.

What began as an anxious and uncertain curiosity was about to culminate.

That hard, well-oiled piston of a cock did what nature had intended from the get-go. With a few more skilled gyrations, Dinah achieved orgasm. She made it a point to interlock her fingers with Troy’s, holding them tight and moaning extra-loud to let him know how much he’d done for her.

“Oohhh yes!” she exclaimed.

It got the point across. Even if it hadn’t, the hot throbbing of her inner muscles in conjunction with her release made it clear. The young woman closed her eyes and arched her back, soaking in every last sensation as her body shuddered under the weight of the pleasure. She barely even noticed Troy getting in a few more thrusts to send himself over the edge as well.

“Dinah!” he cried out upon achieving his release.

Their respective moans and grunts complemented one another, echoing throughout her bedroom in perfect harmony. For a moment, they just clung to one another, gasping for air as the intimate act culminated.

It felt so good. It wasn’t the most elaborate sex act Dinah had ever done, nor was it the most exhaustive. However, what she’d done with Troy dramatically changed the context of those previous act. It was as though she’d been doing something with only a half-functioning tool all her life. Now, after finally experiencing an unaltered penis, her intimate world felt much bigger.

The extent of that world remained unclear, yet full of potential. Dinah was already looking forward to exploring it with Troy, although at the moment, she needed to catch her breath. As the afterglow set in, she rose up off his member and collapsed atop her lover’s body.

“Wow! That was…wow,” Dinah said, now resting her head on his chest.

“I’ll say!” said Troy. “Are you always this…enthusiastic?”

“No. I’m not,” she replied without hesitation. “I guess you’re just…that special.”

“Really? It had nothing to do with me being your first uncircumcised lover?”

Through the afterglow, she looked up at her smirking lover. Had she been that obvious? Was what she just experienced a typical reaction for a woman who didn’t know the joys of an uncut penis? Had Troy not looked so cute – on top of his loving arms remaining draped around her, as well – she might have been upset. Instead, she just smiled and cuddled closer with her lover.

“You’re a special guy, Troy…a guy who I’m glad to call my lover,” she told him. “As for you being my first uncut man…well, let’s just say I have a new appreciation for the male body!”

The following is a sexy short story I wrote a while back after working out at the gym. I know it has been a while since I posted a sexy short story. I hope there’s still an audience for them. Please let me know what you think. Leave a comment below and check out my other stories. Enjoy!

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“How do you do it? How do you find the time and energy for all this?”

Kelly Lowell got asked that question often and for good reason. Once people learned about her career aspirations, her workload, and her day-to-day schedule, they looked at her as though she were crazy. Even her closest family members thought her ambitions were excessive.

They weren’t wrong, either. Since high school, Kelly had pursued a career in sports medicine. Her father was a former Olympian. Her two younger brothers were aspiring athletes. She tried to be an athlete too, but a fateful injury during a field hockey game in junior high school sent her down another path. In some respects, that path was more rigorous than that of any athlete.

Kelly’s weekly schedule read like a case study for obsessive overachievers. She was a full-time college sophomore taking on a full-time course load. She was a pre-med student pursuing two majors, one in biology and one in pharmacology. She also interned with the university’s athletic department, working closely with the medical staff to gain the skills and knowledge necessary to help her build a career sports medicine.

On top of those jobs, she worked part time at a local gym. Even with loans and scholarships, she needed extra money for textbooks and tuition. Kelly often joked that her day ended and began at sunrise, but for those closest to her, it was no laughing matter.

“I’m worried about you, Kelly,” they would tell her. “You work too hard, but act like it’s no big deal. That’s not healthy.”

She acknowledged and appreciated their concerns. She went to great lengths to reassure her friends and family that she could handle her workload. She always did so with a smile and an energy that shouldn’t have been possible for someone with her schedule.

Kelly suspected that made them even more concerned. Telling them she could manage her workload helped, but telling them with a beaming smile and boundless energy often left them more confused. However, part of that was her fault because she left out a few key details, one of which was about to play out.

“Five a.m. sharp,” said Kelly as she checked her phone. “Right on schedule.”

Sitting behind the front desk of the gym she worked at, she smiled as she checked her phone. That, in and of itself, was an accomplishment.

It was the middle of the week.

It was still pitch-black outside.

It was freezing cold.

The gym wasn’t supposed to open for another half-hour, but Kelly always came in early. She sacrificed a chunk of what little sleep she got to unlock the doors and turn on the lights. She didn’t get paid extra for it, either. However, she was still compensated in a very meaningful way.

“I’m ready when you’re ready, Kelly,” came a deep, masculine voice from the main workout area.

Her smile widened. That voice belonged to Alexander Braxton, an aspiring bodybuilder who worked just as hard she did in pursuit of his dream. He was the reason why she went behind her boss’ back to open the gym early. He was also the one who helped fuel that energy that gave her such passion and drive.

“I’ll be right there,” Kelly called out from the front desk.

She got up from the desk, walked up to the front entrance, and locked it to make sure nobody else entered. At this early hour, only the greatest overachievers dared to hit the gym. By that standard, she and Alex definitely qualified.

After turning off the front lights, she entered the main workout area through the double doors next to the front desk. The gym was large and spacious, stocked with every amenity an athlete needed. Alex made good use of every piece of equipment, but for someone as ambitious as him, free-weights and treadmills only went so far. Kelly understood that more than most.

With the doors behind her closed, she approached the tall, hulking man standing just in front of the weight bench. She could tell he’d just completed his warm-up. He had already worked up a light layer of sweat. It filled the immediate area with his intense, masculine musk. Her morning cup of coffee hadn’t entirely woken her up, but she was certainly alert now.

“And just like that, I’m ready to work harder…among other things,” Kelly said under her breath.

Just being near him got her heart racing for all the right reasons. Even by amateur bodybuilding standards, Alex was an incredible testament to the male physique. His arms were more muscular than most men’s legs. His legs were bigger than most men’s torso. While some men bragged about six-pack abs, Alex could boast an eight-pack and then some. His every muscle was so toned and chiseled, like a work of art from a master artist.

They were not overly bulky. They were not the product of steroids, either. Such a strong, masculine figure could only come from dedicated work and relentless drive. Kelly, being pre-med and having accomplished athletes in her family, knew the difference. That was how she and Alex had connected when she first arrived at college. That connection eventually evolved into something much deeper.

“The regional bodybuilding finals are next week,” Alex said to her with folded arms.

“My mid-terms are in four days,” she replied.

“I haven’t forgotten,” he said with a knowing grin. “Just letting you know I need this as much as you.”

“I don’t doubt that for a second.”

“You still doubt me?”

“Not at all,” Kelly said in a seductive, yet serious demeanor, “but I know you, Alex. I know you as much as well as you know me. People who are as driven as us…we never stop proving ourselves.”

True to that effort, Kelly made the first move. She stripped out of her clothes, removing her tank top and sweatpants. She hadn’t bother with underwear that morning. She never did when she met up with Alex. It only got in the way.

Now, fully naked and very much alert, she stood before the muscular man. With a seductive gaze, she dared him to match her energy. Alex, being both competitive and determined, never failed to measure up.

“I just love how you go about proving yourself,” he said as he admired her nude form.

“Some people need coaching. Some need meditation. You and me…well, we have our preferred methods,” Kelly replied.

“That, we do.”

With the same focus as her, Alex stripped out of his workout clothes. He couldn’t get out of his shirt, shoes, and shorts fast enough. Even under the gym’s poor fluorescent lighting, seeing him in all his glory was a sight to behold at any hour. The muscles his clothes didn’t cover were impressive enough. Seeing everything, including an endowment worthy of his stature, further raised the bar.

“Since we both need this, I’ll be thorough,” Alex told her.

“So will I,” said Kelly.

They both spoke with the determination, dedication, and drive that only a select few could boast. Adding intense sexual arousal to the mix only intensified the mood. Like every other aspiration, Kelly pursued it to the utmost and beyond.

Like a couple of caged animals in heat, she and Alex unleashed their unique passions on one another. Again, she made the first move. She jumped up into his powerful arms, threw her legs around her waist, and latched onto his powerful shoulders. Alex caught her and held her up with ease, grabbing a firm hold of her butt with both hands. The second she felt his naked skin touch hers, the next ambitious push began.

“Your turn to prove yourself,” she whispered into his ear. “Go on. Do it as only you can.”

It wasn’t a dare.

It wasn’t a request, either.

It was a catalyst…a very effective catalyst.

Locked in his arms, clinging to his muscular body, Kelly caressed his unshaven face and saw the fire ignite in his eyes. Every athlete needed that special spark to put them in that special zone. She could tell by his gaze and his touch that he was already there.

“As only I can,” Alex said with a determined tone.

He put those bulging muscles of his to use. With determination worthy of a future champion, he kissed her hard on the lips and laid her down on the weight bench. From there, their special brand of foreplay unfolded.

Alex was so energetic and focused, feeling and caressing his way around her naked body. He knew where and how to apply the passion. He traced his hand up her thigh, skillfully kneaded her breasts, and used extra tongue when kissing her. He made sure to maintain intimate body contact every step of the way, allowing his masculine sinews to press against her feminine flesh. That got her in the zone too and not just in terms of arousal.

Kelly was already wet and ready for more. Alex quickly caught up. She could feel the tip of this throbbing erection press against her thighs. However, as any athlete knew, a warm-up was just as important as the workout. To keep pushing themselves as hard as they did, they couldn’t skip those critical steps.

True to his word, Alex was thorough. He left few parts of her naked skin untouched or uncaressed. When their lips finally parted, she made it clear that she was done with the warm-up.

“I’m ready,” he said intently.

“So am I,” said Kelly.

Needing no further motivation, Alex took the initiative.

He rose into an upright position, grabbed hold of her thighs, and spread her legs apart. Kelly remained flat on her back, holding onto the heavy bar bell hanging right above her, which still had traces of his sweat on it. She kept urging him on with her gaze, watching as he aligned his erect manhood with her wet entrance. Once in position, he delivered a thrust worthy of his imposing stature and entered her.

“Ohhh yes!” Kelly cried out. “This…needed this…more than I thought.”

“Mmm…me too,” Alex said with a determined grunt.

He wasted no time establishing a sexual rhythm. The man humped her the same way he pumped iron. Like the rest of his rigorous workouts, he did motion with perfect form and fervor. Her body rocked in accord with his. His hard, throbbing cock pumped smoothly and rapidly within her womanhood. Hot flesh meshed with hot flesh, slithering and stimulating every intimate area at every step of the way.

Powerful grunts and groans filled the empty gym. However, these were not the sounds of strain. It wasn’t just ecstasy, either. As Kelly locked eyes with Alex, matching the fire in his eyes every step of the way, she felt the true impact of this feeling.

“Alex…so strong,” she said.

“Kelly…even stronger,” he said.

He leaned over and kissed her, but still maintained the vigorous pace of their sex. She eagerly kissed back, matching both the energy and passion he put into this profound act.

It never ceased to amaze her. No matter how often they did it, the power of this uniquely intimate feeling filled her with a special kind of fulfillment. It was a special kind of sex, one born from the distinct drive and ambition that she and Alex shared. Kelly had enjoyed her share of sex with previous lovers, but that was all it had ever been.

For a time, sex was either a distraction or afterthought. Then, in a perfect convergence of fate and luck, her path crossed with Alex. With him, she found a new kind of strength. She uncovered a side of herself that changed her idea of what she could achieve and how hard she could push herself. It became instrumental in handling her extensive workload. It also became an integral part of Alex’s training.

The fact it made for incredibly hot sex in the early hours of the morning wasn’t lost on her either. It wasn’t an afterthought, but it was a hell of a bonus. Through Alex’s skilled, thorough humping, he brought her on the cusp of orgasm. She tried not to make it that easy for him, but when the sex was this good, that was too much work, even for her.

“Yes! Ooh yes! I’m close…so close!” Kelly said through labored pants.

His focus didn’t waiver for a second. He stepped up the pace, thrusting harder and faster to give her that extra push she so loved. When the feeling hit, she didn’t hold back. She clung to the bar bell, curled her toes, and arched her lower back as that special feeling washed over her.

“You got what you needed…and then some,” Alex said.

Kelly barely heard him. She tended to be very vocal during sex. It was one of the reasons they had to do it in an empty gym at the crack of dawn, but it was hardly the biggest.

Alex temporarily slowed the pace of his rhythmic thrusting, giving her time and space to soak in the feeling. He knew how important that feeling was to her. It went beyond good sex and good workouts. It was part of that distinct drive that fueled her lofty ambitions. He had that drive too. As such, he also knew that she was not the kind of girl to make someone else do all the work.

“Now, it’s your turn!” Kelly told him.

His intense focus finally broke. He cracked a smile and she smiled back. She was still catching her breath, her mind and body flooded with orgasmic sensations. That had never stopped her from doing her part as thoroughly as he did his.

“Do what you need to do,” Alex said, his smile and his tone daring her to keep pushing.

As always, Kelly rose to the occasion. She channeled more of that unique strength, grabbing the hulking man’s toned shoulders and repositioning their bodies. It started with a heated kiss, but ended with Alex lying on the bench press, flat on his back. Now, Kelly was the one on top, straddling his waist with his still-erect cock aching for her intimate warmth.

It happened so fast, like a reflex they had trained. It was a testament to just how adept they’d become at tapping this powerful source of intimate strength. She made good use of that strength, grabbing hold of his waist and plunging her hips downward, driving his manhood up into her womanhood.

“My turn, indeed,” said Alex, still grinning as he admired her naked body.

“Don’t get too relaxed,” said Kelly seductively. “The workout has just begun!”

From there, she began riding him.

She rode him hard and fast.

She rode him as hard as he’d humped her.

He showed off his strength. Now, she showed off hers. She was every bit as thorough and fervent, working her hips and rocking her body in a focused outburst of energy. She watched his rugged expression become awash in bliss. He still kept doing his part, exploring her upper body with his powerful hands, giving extra attention to her breasts and butt. He tried to supplement her movements, but she made sure they weren’t necessary to get the job done.

“Harder…faster…stronger,” Kelly panted as she rode him.

She kept repeating it like a mantra, as if to engrain that mentality into his brain and hers. An aspiring bodybuilder needed more motivation than most. The same went for aspiring doctors specializing in athletes. When it took the form of great sex, it was incredibly effective.

Kelly still pushed herself as hard a she pushed her lover. She kept riding Alex’s cock, guiding him towards his ultimate peak. He didn’t make it easy on her. She could tell by his determined look that he wanted to hold out. It was his way of going the extra mile. She didn’t mind the challenge. Like everything else in her life, she embraced it. That only made the final victory more rewarding.

“Almost…there!” Alex grunted. “I’m really…really close!”

Kelly didn’t dare lose focus. She worked her hips harder, grabbing onto his shoulders while he squeezed her butt in anticipation. With her eyes, she made it clear that he’d pushed hard enough. He had earned his prize, just as she’d earned hers.

“Come! You’ve proven yourself,” she told him.

That fateful affirmation did the trick. At that moment, Alex came.

He was every bit as vocal as her, closing his eyes and flexing all the necessary muscles to enjoy his release. Kelly finally broke focus to enjoy the spectacle. Still holding onto his shoulders, she smiled and enjoyed the fruits of her intensive labor.

Alex clearly enjoyed it more. She felt the bulky muscles of his lower body tense and contract in accord with his climax. Within her hot depths, a potent mix of fluids gave form and substance to this powerful feeling. It was intense, intimate, and pleasurable to the utmost. Even for the high bar that she and Alex set, it was another triumph.

“You’re going to succeed next week,” Kelly said to him.

“So will you,” he said, still breathless.

“We work so hard. We push ourselves beyond our limits,” she said, “but when we have something like this…”

Her words trailed off. Alex opened his eyes, rose up, and wrapped him in his muscular arms. Within that sweaty, naked embrace, the breadth of their strength and drive once again revealed itself.

“Like this,” Alex said, “this isn’t just what drive us…or motivates us.

“Then, what is it?” she asked.

“A reminder,” he said, “a reminder of how much further we can go.”

He kissed her. Any shred of doubt or reservation melted away. It was all so clear. Great sex with a wonderful man who shared her ambition was profound, but only covered part of the feeling.

Thinking back to everyone who’d ever asked where she got the energy, the answer became clear. All that work, sacrifice, and struggle took a special kind of strength. In this moment, between her and her lover, she remembered that she was strong enough and so was he. In terms of reminders, they needed it. The fact it felt so good ensured they wouldn’t forget anytime soon.